Duke Kleo's galloping horse stopped at Wereal almost at midnight. His business with Viscount Darwin was over, and he had already managed to find a way to ensnare Lyra in his charms. He was sure that this time she would never run away again, and at the same time be infatuated with him.
Stefanus followed behind him, looking surprised at his master's strange expression. "Are you sure this will work, My Lord?" So far he didn't know what kind of advice Viscount Darwin was giving to his master. And if he knew, maybe he regretted having suggested Duke Kleo go see someone he knew.
"Sure," Duke Kleo nodded, his robes fluttering in the gloom. Starting up the stairs, he now walked down the hall to quickly head to Lyra's room on the north side. "Don't you know Darwin's a good man when it comes to women's matters?"
